January 9, 2012

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January 9, 2012

        Dear Louis,

            Mom sent me to school today. Everyone stared at me. I hate the stares. I hate them. No one understands. No one knows what it's like to lose the love of your life. No one. I was sent to the office in Spanish for not answering any questions directed at me. I'm sure Mrs. Alvarez already hates me, so there's nothing worse that can happen.

               Lauren sat with me through lunch and walked me to all of my classes. I'm sure she is doing it just to be associated with the 'dead' girl. Yes, I've heard the rumors. They think I'm the walking dead. I don't eat and I just stare at the teachers blankly. I walk with no purpose late to almost all of my classes.

               They've all forgotten you already. No one remembers why I'm sad. No one cares either. I still hear whispers of your name, only when they are saying my name, too. Maybe they'll forget mine too. I hope they do. Then the stares and whispers would stop. I hate them.

                 I came home and hid in my room the rest of the day. Once it was dark I snuck out into the snow. In the snow is where I feel closest to you. It's where everything else is numb and I can almost see you. I think the snow is growing on me. Just like you did.

             Always, Only, Forever Yours,

                                  Mai <3

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